Grimey Lyrics – French Montana, Max B

Read the full Grimey lyrics by French Montana and Max B from the album Wave Gods 2: Cosmos Brothers along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy French Montana’s music, you can also explore Toastee and Fiasco, two other songs by French Montana.

[Intro: Prodigy]
Haha, yeah (Hahahahaha)
Uh-huh, right

[Chorus: Max B, French Montana, Max B & French Montana]
I fell down, huh
I got back up (Back up again)
That’s them n!ggas riding ’round (Too many anthems)
In them big black trucks (Too many)
We go too many more (Too many)
Pull up in too many cars (Too many)
Killers in too many parts (Too many)

Empire got too many flaws, ayy (Too many)
Grimy
Ain’t no telling in the spot what we gon’ do
Grimy
Ain’t no telling what we gon’ do

[Verse 1: Max B]
Ain’t no telling
I chased a dummy down with the undertaker, swig of the bubbly
I’m all about the money, I can’t lie, you n!ggas is atrocious
Get wavy every jam and the flows is ferocious
N!gga fu*k around get to hammer that purchase
I lay the hammer down, many benefit, focus
Play the game loud, better go ‘head and post this
My n!gga eighteen and he love smoking roaches
N!gga, fu*k chess, I love poker
Claim they Spence, n!gga, fu*king with the Joker
Dance with the devil, you’re fu*king a smoker
Flying down 7th in the black, toast the roach up

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Coke Boys ain’t really nothing to go after
Free Durk, still send one of my young boys at ya (Woo)
Black truck, but we came in the coupe (Skrrt)
Old box, but we making ’em new

They wan’ beef, bring the catering through
Been the one, but I’m making it two
Double diamond what I’m finna do
Kept climbing, came in through the roof
Money clear like Canadian Goose
Ric Flair Rollie, Bishop in Juice
I’m in the mix like Wock’ with the juice
I’m on ten, never slide with a deuce
Money tight if that pu*sy is loose
Chasing M’s, rest in peace to Proof
He’s telling lies, Montega’s the truth
Montana

[Chorus: Max B, French Montana, Max B & French Montana]
I fell down, huh
I got back up (Back up again)
That’s them n!ggas riding ’round (Too many anthems)
In them big black trucks (Too many)
We go too many more (Too many)
Pull up in too many cars (Too many)
Killers in too many parts (Too many)
Empire got too many flaws, ayy (Too many)
Grimy
Ain’t no telling in the spot what we gon’ do
Grimy
Ain’t no telling what we gon’ do

[Outro: Cormega]
Thank God for this
Come on now, you know I know
Had that ass shaking like a b!tch when she cumming
Fu*king with this, n!gga, just come and get me